New Topic: Is this okay?

I created this new topic because I don’t want to get confused about where I am/my stuff is. And you don’t get bogged down in other groups.

So I wrote a piece directly into YWW–the site where I learned about this one–and I personally think it’s going quite well. What do you think?

<span style=”text-decoration: underline;”>Copyright is all mine, by the way</span>. *grins*

David walked over to Ruth and murmured about the possible danger he’d found at the shed. Her hands froze in their movements, the knife in her right hand held aloft as though being [brandished].

She lifted her eyes to his slowly, uncertainty shining in their depths. Her lips trembled upon hearing the news of *danger*, and she swallowed almost-convulsively.

“Are you – Are you sure it’s a wild animal?” David could see real [fear] in her eyes. The terror sounding in her question told him she was really, truly [terrified] of what it could mean. And David felt nervous seeing her [terror].

“It’ll be all right. I promise.” He didn’t feel as confident as he made himself sound. But he wouldn’t tell her that. Ruth was [scared] enough without having to see him cowering under the porch as he wished to be doing.

“It’s fine, Ruth.” He still marveled that she gave him permission to use her first name. It was something he had to get used to after being raised to respect women by referring to them as “Miss” or “Mrs.” instead of by name. When he left the city several years ago, that [show of respect] was rarely used.

“No one is in the shed. A wild animal got in there. I’ll chase it away when I go back out there.” Shaking her head, Ruth still didn’t look convinced. David sighed, knowing she wouldn’t easily change her mind about this.

He would just have to prove it to her.

Turning resolutely toward the door, he marched back outside. Ruth followed after him hesitantly, asking if he was *absolutely sure* he wanted to face [danger] alone like this.

What she didn’t ask was if he would willingly face her stepfather-in-name-only while holding only an ax and accompanied by his dog.

“People have been stopped by less.” He responded with certainty – again, it was more than he felt – and continued moving toward the shed.

He was still several yards away when Shadow leaped in front of him, growling at the shed door. It was only then he noticed it shuddering. He raised the **ax**, preparing to do battle with whatever [animal] he locked inside.

David knelt beside the [dog type], petting the animal.

“What is it, Boy? What do you smell?” He lifted his head to gaze at the [shed], continuing to rub the dog’s head as he eyed the door – now shuddering. It must be some animal in there.

And then he heard it. A grunt. He urged Shadow to quiet down, listening for more giveaway sounds from the [shed]. He was surprised the door stayed closed in spite of the apparent beating it was being given.